At the edge of the world nothing is said

Call a witness

Conversation is dead

We pray for the coming

But we don't hear a word

We're all waiting around the edge of the world

The loneliest place I know is my own street

And your very own words

Are the hardest to eat

From the shadows of plastic

Where you shout to be heard

You're just sitting around at the edge of the world

The telephone is lying there on the floor

Somehow the moss just creeps round the door

And everyone's crying from a painfull blow

That came down the cable centuries ago

Three men from the East

Correctly concurred

And left us in shackles

At the edge of the world

The edge of the world

Waiting in pieces at at the edge of the world.